Imbokodo yami
My rock
She took her last breathe without me being there
Not that I could have stopped her soul from exiting her body
but saying goodbye
A proper goodbye
I don’t even know what a proper goodbye is

Death has done it again
How does the universe expect me to live without you?
What good will I serve if you’re not there to see me through?
Who should I share my frustrations with?
And who’s going to help me pick between 15 things I want to do

You’ve done it all
Believed in Me
and everything I did
You got me
You got my crazy activism days
and you understood that I am different
and allowed me to live my life as a different person

You knew all my moves
from organization to the next
from women’s rights to LGBTI rights
Each t-shirt I had on you knew why I had it and you understood it all